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"And did you enjoy your reward, Apprentice." Allyan's voice was drawling and almost mocking as the wolf watched him nervously from his position to one side of desk.

"Y-yes, Master." Lyon lowered his ears a little bit and felt them darkening into a bright pink-red as the drake let out a sharp laugh.

Lyon still wasn't sure what he had done to earn the reward he'd been offered, but after the dinner Allyan had been all smiles and amusement. Before he left, the ring had been removed from his cock so that he was able to spend an evening taking what pleasure he could manage with his hand. He had been up all the night before working at himself into he was sweating, panting and unable to do much more then tremble on his bed. He'd never felt so needy and so impassioned just by the thought of being able to paw off. He'd felt like a wild animal. He had no idea how he'd even managed to get to his room before he started gripping himself.

He hadn't even questioned why he'd earn the reward. He knew that his master had been pleased that Sym had broken and gone after him, he'd even been forced to hold still while the drake licked and suckled around him. It had been painful and wonderful all at once. Allyan had only allowed the other drake to do so for a small amount of time before he'd been sent off with the ring gone and told that he was to report to the office at sundown the next day. He hadn't even bothered going to class, he'd spent his entire time enjoying every moment he had free of the damned ring that kept him from even touching himself.

"I'm told you didn't attend class today." The gold drake moved the chair back and gave him a long look. "Why would that be, Lyon?"

"I-I was tired.." The wolf stammered miserably as the bright eyes watched him. There was no hint to anything that the dragon felt.

"I was so proud of you last night, Apprentice." The gold dragon stood up and gave his head a slight shake. "You behaved so well serving at the table and you withheld many temptations. I believed that you were ready to be allowed some amount of freedom."

"M-master..." Lyon stammered and tried to make his voice to not come out in a whine.

"Apprentice! DOWN! When I am speaking you will listen, or by the gods I will treat you as if I had just acquired you." The dragon's voice snapped out like a thunder crack.

Lyon stared in shock, but he didn't try to argue, he knew there was no use. He swallowed and dropped down to his knees beside the chair. The standing dragon loomed over him as he kept his muzzle down and curled his tail between his legs in a submissive posture. He didn't want to do anything that might arouse the anger any more then it was already built up. He felt the thrill of fear and dread, but that was overrun by another feeling entirely as he kneeled there. The feel of the domineering dragon standing over him and the absolute helplessness made his heart start to pound faster against his chest and he let out a soft noise. His ears pinned back against his head as he swallowed roughly and tried to control himself.

"I gave you a reward for the evening so that you could enjoy yourself. I believed that you would behave properly as you had learned to be controlled. You would enjoy your evening and then continue your day as you should have." The dragon turned and glared down at him. "But you didn't, did you. You decided that you would spend your day escaping classes as you were entirely wrapped up in the doings of your own loins! Are they more important then what I'm teaching you? Are they more important then respect for each other? Are they more important then becoming a full wizard?"

"No, Master." Lyon whimpered out the words as the golden form started to pace in front of him.

He wanted to say more, but he didn't trust his voice. The anger was sharp as the dragon began to repeat the lessons on what was expected of him and how he was to learn. The barbs were aimed at his discipline and how he had failed it. He tried to concentrate on the words, but he truly couldn't. All he could think about was the powerful draconian form striding back and forth in front of him. He could only think of his lust and desire from the night before. The way his paw had felt wrapped round his eager cock and how he had had to bite into his pillow to stop himself from howling out in pleasure each time his knot swelled out to the fullest point. It had been wonderful, it had been everything he could possibly enjoy and more.

What was wrong with him? He had spent a night and day letting his frustrations out, but he still couldn't get his mind away from how it had made him feel. He felt as if his chest was tightening as he watched the form padding back and forth. He tried to stifle the thoughts that rose up, but he couldn't quite get a hold of them. He swallowed and his mouth felt dry as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. For a moment, all he could think about was what it would feel like if he could just feel those scaled hands on him. If he could just drop forward and flick his tail up. The thoughts were appalling, but they weren't going away as he tried to get the vivid mental images away. They wouldn't, they were physical memories of what had happened and what he wanted. None of them were what he had ever imagined he would think, but they still made his heart hammer against his chest. What was wrong with him?

"Are you even listening to me now?!" The words were almost bellowed and Lyon jerked his head back up and guiltily tried to nod it. "And you're lying? Has a night of enjoyment so driven everything I've taught you out of your head that you're going to start training all over again?"

"Master, I am sorry. I-I did not mean to." Lyon lowered his head, but a golden scaled paw moved up to cup just beneath the curve of his jaw. The hold was firm as he tried not to tremble too badly.

"Didn't you? You didn't mean to, you are ashamed of yourself?" The drake kneaded the fingers in against the curve of his jaw and Lyon whined out softly. "I don't think you are ashamed."

Lyon almost answered, but a tail slipped out and he felt himself color beneath his fur. He gulped back a yelping cry of shock and desire as the scaled tip stroked right along his partially erect cock. When he had gotten hard? Why was he hard?

"I'm not like this.." He thought the words, but to his horror they came out of his mouth as he stared up at the powerful dragon.

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Allyan looked down at the long white muzzle and he let out a deep rumble in his throat as he watched the shaking body remain kneeling in front of him. The form was almost completely dominated as he stared back. The fingers that gripped the muzzle tightened just a touch as he let out a soft sigh when the words of denial slipped out. Lyon was so close, so very close. The wolf was starting to become more submissive and the fact that his body was reacting to simply being in a position of submission said volumes. The careful weeks and months of work on the wolf was starting to come to a head and that meant it was time to press things even further.

"You aren't?" Allyan murmured and ran a talon just beneath the curve of the chin. "I let you have an evening to yourself and you have become all undone. Do you mean to say you aren't driven by your hormones and desire? Do you mean to say you are completely in control of yourself? What did you mean when you said you aren't like this?"

"I-I didn't mean, Master. I didn't mean to say-" Lyon looked almost confused as Allyan let his tail slide along the turgid knotted shaft.

"You say it all with your body, boy." The drake drew in a breath and let out a low rumble of laughter. "One night of freedom and you forget higher learning and knowledge and give it all up for the sake of your pleasure. So today, we will teach you something else entirely."

"M-Master.." The wolf let out a shallow whimper and the head tried to lower.

"Did I ask your permission?" The dragon let out a snarl and gestured. "You're going to keep yourself in control, and you're going to learn what you've missed today, is that understood?"

"Y-yes..."

Allyan hooked the chair with his claws before he settled down on it with a sigh. Lyon visibly relaxed, but it only lasted as long as it took for the drake to shrug out of his robes so that they were spread along the back of the chair. He rarely wore anything under it, especially not in his office, but today it would be put to good use. He looked down at the wolf as the white muzzle turned to one side. His apprentice tried to keep his eyes averted, but they still slipped over to the side. It wasn't just the glance that revealed the wolf's feelings, but the way the shaft swelled along his white belly. The tip glistened with a hint of precum as Allyan gave his head a shake.

"I'm going to lecture you on what you missed. And you're going to put that muzzle to use so that you aren't tempted to say anything... else you don't mean. Then, you will begin to recite it back to me, is that clear?"

"Yes, Master." The wolf lowered his ears and head slightly. They were the sweetest words the dragon had ever heard. Would ever hear.

"Then let us begin."

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Lyon knew he should be mortified, embarrassed, humiliated and any number of other things by what the dragon demanded of him. In some small part he did feel those emotions, but they were drowned out by the feel of need and desire that threatened to overwhelm him. He stifled a soft whine of eagerness as the drake leaned back and picked up a stack of parchments from his desk. He didn't need to be told twice, not when he could feel a thrill of desire that made his hardened shaft flex against his belly. It still felt sensitive and he was almost positive that if he tried to touch himself he would feel sore and raw. It didn't make him one ounce less aroused as he moved his muzzle up to rub along the slit of the scales. He ran his tongue in a hot wet line against them until he caught against the obsidian tip that started to slip outwards.

"Now, today, if you had bothered to attend, the matter of the magical principle of herbs and the mythology that surrounds them as addressed..." Allyan's voice came from a distance as Lyon forced his paws to rest on either side of the chair.

The words were important, he KNEW they were important, but he was only able to keep his ear partially tuned towards them as the cock tip started to push outwards. He let his tongue catch right beneath it as his cock pulsed against his belly again and he stopped his hips from rolling forward. His breath caught in his throat while he started to work his tongue in slow movements. The saliva was caught along the very tip as inch by slow slippery inch started to slip outwards. He had no idea how, but the dragon's voice didn't waver as he worked to get that onyx spire to grow fully erect under his hot eager tongue. He wanted to feel it rubbing along his tongue. He wanted to wrap his lights around it until it plunged along his throat.

Did he? He blinked his eyes slightly as another ridged inch started to slip upwards along his tongue and he whimpered under his breath. Something was wrong, sometimes he felt as if he was going insane after so long as serving as an apprentice. He didn't feel as if he was the same, and it was more then just his knowledge. He remembered when he was able to feel humiliated by his treatment, but lately it was harder to remember those feelings. He felt embarrassed, submissive, forced to do something that he knew he should protest, and it made him squirm with muted lust. He whimpered again as he pushed his muzzle down with a sudden hot suckle as the dragon's cock hardened and pulsed along the rise of his tongue. A hot drop of precum splashed over his tongue while he balled his paws up against either side of the chair.

"Most of the herbs are able to help with magic, but there are quite a few that are more mythology than anything else. That can prove disastrous when used in a-"

The words continued to flow from above as his tongue curled hotly beneath the ridges and he suckled down harder. Why was this turning him on? Why was being placed in a position of absolute submission making him want to move a paw down to grip his cock? He was humiliated, but it made his entire body feel on edge as he pushed his lips down harder. The cock pushed deep inside of his muzzle as another splash of precum coated the back of his throat before he lifted up again. The saliva coated along his lips while he let out a shallow whimper and drove back down again. It was so hard to pay attention to what was being said. He had to, he knew that it had been an order, but it was hard to think when he could feel the hardened cock pulsing and slipping along his throat threatening to dip down deeper into his throat.

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Oh that tongue! That glorious tongue! Allyan closed his eyes slightly as he felt the tongue twining itself right along the base of his cock before the wolf started to push down deeper and deeper. The tip of his cock was nearly slipping into the throat before the muzzle pulled back. Strands of saliva and precum clung along the ridges of his cock and the white muzzle. Lyon had a talented muzzle and it only improved with time. It made him wonder just how long he'd be able to last with it dropping down and pulling back again. He moved his hips upwards and then dropped back down again as he continued with the paragraph he had lined out.

He didn't need to really read what was on the parchments. He had it memorized and was able to flawlessly continue lecturing as the muzzle pushed down again. The swallowing tongue worked beneath the underside as the paws on either side of the chair held a bit harder. He knew that Lyon was struggling not to use his paws, instead he started to push his muzzle down hard enough that the tip threatened to delve into the throat before pulling up. The tip popped free with a wet noise as the tongue started to lap and twirl around the tapered tip. Allyan licked his lips and paused slightly as the tongue scooped up a drop of precum and then dropped back down again towards lavishing attention along his ridges. His apprentice knew each and every sensitive part through long hours of being drilled in how to pleasure him and he seemed to want to use each and every trick.

Allyan had to concentrate to keep his voice moderated, even if he did want to snarl with pleasure and buck himself up into that hot taut throat. He continued the line of lectures on the dangerous herbs that an apprentice could use by mistake in any given situation or even be poisoned by them. The class was serious business for an up and coming wizard, because the magic lore was steeped in wrong turns and some plants didn't add any magical powers while others could muck up a spell. It would be worth Lyon's while to learn it all, but it was also enjoyable to watch the wolf suckle and struggle with the thickened cock with each and every moment. The hot dribbles of precum escaped around the edges of the white lips as the wolf drove down until the lips pushed right up against the scaled vent.

His cock was pushed deep inside of the supple eager throat and the muscles clamped down around him as they tightened and relaxed. Each movement made him clamp down on his control so that he didn't thrust up into the maw. The heat of the breath tickled against his scales as he drooled out another goopy drop of precum to splash along the throat all the way to the back of the boys throat. He could feel himself tensing up as his head started to bob up and down and pull along the sensitive rise of his ridges. The golden tail lashed back and forth behind him and he finally had to call for a halt. Any more and he'd flood that lovely hot muzzle with his seed and he had better uses for it.

"Do you think you have it all?" The dragon's voice came out a bit harsher then he meant it to as the tongue curled up harder along the ridges.

"Mrrmmph?" Lyon's muffled question was his only response, but it did tighten that feverishly hot mouth deliciously around him.

"Your attention, Apprentice?" Allyan added a warning growl.

The wolf rolled his eyes up and shivered before drawing backwards. The ridges popped free in a slippery wet noise as the lips reluctantly let him slip free. The precum was glistening along the curves of the ridges until the very tipped popped free. It flexed up along the curve of his broad scaled belly and let a silvery dribble of precum that ran down along his abdomen. Lyon seemed almost dazed as his eyes blinked rapidly a few times and swallowed roughly.

"I-I have it, Master?" The words were a bit rough and the upturned ears were dark dark red. A lie.

"Are you sure?" The dragon licked his lips so that his tongue flicked up over the bridge of his muzzle. "Are you certain you did not become entranced with your cock so much so that you didn't listen?

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Lyon leaned back and tried to concentrate on the sound of the voice above him. It was hard. What was Allyan saying? His eyes were locked on the obsidian tip and the slow drool of precum that escaped from it and spilled downwards along each of the ridges. He closed his panting muzzle and glanced back up against guiltily. He hadn't heard most of it. He had tried, he really did. But he hadn't been able to control himself as he went after the ridges of the shaft and felt the hot precum coating his tongue. He could still taste it and it made him want to lap the goopy wetness off with his tongue. He flushed and laid his ears flat.

"Yes, Master." He lied and felt a stab of panic even as he did it.

"Good, have a seat boy, and you're going to tell me exactly what you've learned with a little test." The dragon's lips parted in a wicked smile as he gestured at the top of the desk.

"M-Master?" Lyon couldn't stop the tremble on his voice as he stood up and flushed as he felt his cock hard and eager against the curve of his belly. Why was this turning him on so much.

"I said sit down, boy!" The words were sharp and commanding.

Lyon knew exactly what was wanted of him and what was worse, he felt a stab of pure desire to give into it. He turned and flicked his tail up as he felt the golden scaled paws moving to grip either side of his hips as he started to settle backwards. He moved one of his paws back and lightly wrapped them around the slight hard base of the ridged shaft and gave it a squeeze before guiding it along the base of his tail. He wanted to writhe and push backwards, but he tried to keep control of himself as he let the tip slip downwards to press right along the ring of his pucker. His breath caught in his throat and his cock swelled slightly against his belly as he started to drop his weight down into the chair. His legs moved to either side of the scaled ones as inch by inch he began to impale himself.

"Now tell me what is the most important property for an herb to have to be considered usable in a spell?" Allyan's voice deepened with the question.

The ridges were pushing along his tight tail hole as he fought not to squirm as inch by slow inch he was spread. The thick coating of precum and saliva made the girth slippery smooth while his walls clenched down around it and he struggled towards the base. He moved his paw free from the cock and gripped the edge of the desk as he drew in a shivering breath and tried to control himself as he dropped his weight. His tail brushed against the smooth belly scales and the base sank inside of him. The tip was driven deep into his passage while his walls clenched and squeezed tightly around it. Each of the ridges was stimulating and rubbing places inside of him that made it hard for him to think, let alone breath.

"A-ah w-workability," He stammered and kept himself still as he leaned forward against the desk so that his paws were spread to either edge.

He wanted to grind and roll his hips, he wanted to do something, anything to stimulate himself further, but he had to keep still. Those were the rules. He would be quizzed and he could answer, he could not move, he could not touch himself. He wasn't to let himself forget the real reason he was here and that was to learn magic. But it was hard. It was made harder by the fact that the ridges were positioned in just the right fashion that they rubbed along parts of him that made him want to buck. He lowered his head a little and drew in a steadying breath as something hot and slippery leaked into his passage.

"And what constitutes workability?" Allyan sounded so calm. Lyon had no idea how he could do it, but it was calm and easy as if he wasn't even thinking about the fact the wolf was squeezing around his cock. And so started the line of questions that he had to answer.

It was hard, it was hard to think and even harder to remember what was said earlier. Each time he was able to stammer out an answer, but they grew harder and more detailed. He wasn't sure he could recall exactly what his master had said about how a plant could be poisonous, but still useful. When he came to a question that he wasn't sure of he couldn't help but squirm back and forth. That made it worse, as each time he did he could feel his body readjusting around the cock and trying to squeeze around it. He wanted to pull it in deeper, he wanted to do more then just sit on it. One of the ridges almost constantly teased against his prostate.

"Wh-what?" He managed to come back to himself when his Master gave a sudden tap against his nose.

"You didn't hear me, did you?" Allyan growled in one ear, while Lyon fought the urge to squirm. He wasn't supposed to squirm, but it was so hard to stop himself.

"Y-yes, sorry master. What was the question?" Lyon panted shallowly, but it ended in a sharp yelp.

The hips beneath him suddenly bucked up and he felt the cock rubbing and pulling along his sensitive passage. His cock pulsed against his belly as he bit back a groaning cry and swallowed the urge to push back against it, but his Master beat him to it. His seat was suddenly lost as the dragon stood up and forced him to bend over the desk. His muzzle was pressed down against the smooth polished wood as the scaled hips drew back. His ass clenched tightly around the dark cock as he let out a muffled yelp of pleasure as inch after slow inch of shaft pulled from him. The slippery precum was trailed along his passage before Allyan bucked forward with a hard sharp thrust that forced his hips higher into the air.

"You weren't listening, you were thinking with your loins again." The voice murmured in his ear hotly as Lyon spread his legs a bit wider. His breathing rough and panting against the desk. "So you will be punished."

"Y-yes, Master." The wolf's agreement was lost in a sudden moaning cry as the hips drew back again. Each ridge pulled and stretched his pucker as they tugged free only to be driven back in again with a sharp hard thrust.

"Good boy." Allyan murmured in his ear and suddenly a scaled paw moved up to cup his muzzle. Something dry and slightly minty scented rubbed against his muzzle. "Since you do not know the dangers of what plants might do because you will not listen, then you will eat this and learn about it directly. You will never again dismiss what I am teaching as something you can freely ignore."

Lyon snapped his eyes open wide as the dragon's fingers curled inwards and forced his muzzle open. The taste of precum still clung to his tongue and it was soon overwhelmed by the dried plant that was pushed inside. He wanted to protest, he wanted to spit it out or do something, anything to prevent himself from eating something that his master had outright said he should not ingest. The hips stilled his protest as the drake pulled his hips slowly back again and then thrust forward. The tip stabbed in deep and made him buck backwards. His throat convulsed tightly and the dried herb was swallowed down so that he could moan out his pleasure.

"Good lad, I think we'll continue as soon as that herb starts to take effect." The scaled lips murmured into one of his ears as the weight pushed firmly down against his back. The hips still mid thrust and Lyon merely whimpered softly beneath his breath. All he could do was wait for the herb to have an effect on him, wait and try not to beg for his Master's cock. Try not to give into the desire that made him feel as if he'd lost all control of himself. And try to ignore his own hard shaft that was pinned between his belly and the table. He doubted he would get any relief anyhow.